I’m somewhat bemused by my reactions to a few new shows this season.  I’ve always been “ good audience”  Give me a premise  I can buy into, a reality I can enjoy revisiting and I’m yours. Sometimes it can become TOO real for me…and I have to step away….just can’t go there anymore. Like OZ.

But I’m becoming more and more upset of late. Perhaps its my age, perhaps its the progression of television’s reflections of present societal reality (I’m not a big fan of that, either!) but GOOD GIRLS upsets the hell out of me. I fear for two of the three leads, Rhetta and Christina. I don’t worry as much about Mae; I really don’t like her very much…meaning her character. 😉 These women are involved in hard core crime…and if they go down, I assume they will go down hard.

Similarly, ROSANNE. Its an interesting revisiting of past pop culture and the cast has past resonance and contemporary relevance…but watching them steal as they shopped is really hard for me to ignore and laugh about. I have a reaction, which is a plus for an audience…but my reaction is negative, I cringe A LOT. And I have to ask myself, WTF is up with that, Tucker? Its a given that good drama requires conflict and danger and stakes, etc. I KNOW that…so why am I struggling so much to embrace the realities of these two shows…and probably a few more?

Anyone else, similarly conflicted?



I was talking last nite with a veteran friend, someone familiar with war…and I offered my thoughts on what “owning our participation” really entails.  On its most elemental level; when you shoot and kill a man…or a woman for that matter.  Or a child…Not a lot of ambiguity about that.

But battles and engagements involve levels above the grunts of wars.  We do have a LOT of support.  Don’t they generate their own culpability?  I did a lot of things on my first nite in combat…some I will honor for all time.

I’d joined our five man team as X.O.  just after sunset.  Hours later, I was directing a drop of napalm about 300 meters off our western flank.  That was from F4 Phantoms…followed by a pass with Vulcan cannons.  Spooky was in orbit above, putting out flares.  Later I brought in Cobra gunships.

But I’ve always regarded that first action as:  me directing fire on an enemy force that is attacking us.  And so it was.  But last nite, for the very first time, I considered regarding it as me, burning men to death.

Well.  You could consider DOW…not that they’d give a fuck.  And the guys that packed and loaded the napalm canister.  And the pilot of that F4.  And me, who told them exactly where to drop it.

All.  Or none.  Or whomever regards owning a personal decision.

Even better later was sharing a retelling of the first time each of us were really scared.  But that’s another tale.  😉


So, Comey…An enigmatic figure of political history.  Uncommonly tall, 6’ 8”… tho no mention of athletic prowess.  Eclectic interests in religion and ethics.  An accomplished career as a prosecutor and public servant; highly regarded by the vast majority of his colleagues.

Zero personal scandal, he seems to me a man very much invested in and aware of public regard for his conduct.  He strikes me as a “boy scout”, following a personal code of honor and his personal perception of integrity.

I have mixed feelings about his ultimate historical standing.  There is just something too lofty about his persona.  It seems effete and holier than thou…which does not suggest I question any of his accusations; simply the style of their presentation.

When you desire to be regarded as “a good guy” yet you sink to the base level of your adversary when discussing him, that in my estimation, lacks grace and style.  He just seems to be trying a bit too hard to pull off his white knight legacy.  IMHO.